wide, circling movement to catch at hers,
too. But she dodged it. Never more
should he play Jack at a Pinch to her!
Never!

Through old Tory Cave there surged
the noise of a rising wind, silencing that
weak gust afar off, now baleful, the sound
of the hidden water; reverberating among
the rocks, it might be taken for anything,
for the hum of aircraft--for a perfect
onslaught of sky cavalry!

And the Scoutmaster's cry was convincing.

Yet--yet, when boys and girls tumbled
tumultuously through the cave entrance--the
girls by some mysterious understanding,
first--not a remote sign of a biplane,
even a meager one, decorated the sky
overhead.

No flying wires sent down their challenge.
And the hum resolved itself into
what it was: the rising, random mockery
of Ta-te, the tempest, laughing at their
searching looks, going north, south, east
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